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Banger!
01:04
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When we last heard from our heroes
They have just saved the planet
From the wrath of the malevolent Hombre de la Luna
After eons marooned on a sextaroid
Our hunky well-endowed protagonists
Journey home
Home, We are going home
Race, We are going home
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You Wanted The Best
03:19
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We travelled far and wide across the galaxy
We brought the rock n' roll for everyone to see
We're returning in the most grandoise of ways
Although our spirits high, our bodies seen mo' better days
Rock, Roll
Never too old to fucking rock n' roll
When the sparkles faded and all the girls degraded
You're feeling jaded and isolated
When you're all out of guts for a pinata
And everybody's panties have been raided
Rock, Roll
Never too old to fucking rock n' roll
R-O-C-K
Rock, Roll
Never too old to fucking rock n' roll
They broke the mold when we were cast
Who's to step up when our time has passed?
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Young Swagger
02:41
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Electrified by what it is we've come home to
Its not the same old song and dance you're used to
Los Caligulistas have worked up an appetite
All theses young blood hot shots have offered up every bite
Every bite
Is it too much to say, "Our heads are hanging low these days"?
Fans used to scream and shout, "We want the best!"
It was no doubt
Times up within the hourglass
Our time to shine has surely passed
We've been outclassed by younger chaps
With dapper looks and loud handclaps
You said you wanted the best
But, we're feeling the worst
I guess we long for better days
Ernesto and the Marinades
Is it too much to say, "Our heads are hanging low these days"?
Fans used to scream and shout, "We want the best!"
It was no doubt
Could this be the end of our run?
Maybe we can overcome?
Will will be remembered for all that we've done?
Or will we be cast off into the sun?
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In Campo We Trust
02:21
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And what have we here?
Our merry band of cravat-toting heroes
Have found themselves in quite the predicament
Adrift in the cosmos with their mojo on empty
Only one galactic being can help change the course of their adventure
Don't touch that dial, join us
For the stirring conclusion to
This week's exciting episode
I can hardly wait!
Hey there hunky-heroes
Don't let your guitars hang low (hangin' low now)
There's girls with black pants on stylin' afros (what a new deux)
Don't you despair and don't you give up the fight
Shucks be golly, truth be told you're guaranteed to last all night (tick tock)
Because of your endevaours, things turn out just right (uhhh)
Catholic girls are burning bibles during light night pillow fights (having a good time)
The workers are all up in arms ready to hang their boss
Everyone was left breathless by the rise of The Caligulists!
Before you give up the ghost, yeah, before you all turn tail
You cant throw in that towel while you exist so frail
The ethos only works if you retire unscorned
You need to be on top boys, so you can be reborn
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The Golden Shower
02:02
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Now as we contemplate our past
We'll celebrate our legacy
Our party flags are at full mast
For all the unvierse to see
Surfs up, hoes down
The party never stops, it never stops
Surfs up, hoes down
The party never stops as long as we're around
The music on high and the linens abound
Inhibitions here are nowhere to be found
So shake those hips and sing us each a tune
While we admire all the phases of your moon
Surfs up, hoes down
The party never stops, it never stops
Surfs up, hoes down
The party never stops as long as we're around
The party never stop, it never stops
Surfs up, hoes down
Up and down and in out
And kick and bite
And scream and shout, girl
yeah!
Sex punk fuck fest
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Sloppy Jalopy
01:40
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Woo!
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Culture Shock
03:16
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As I pull my face out of my hands
We're gonna do this one more time for all the fans
Let's dust off our spandex and our riffs
We'll sing these songs, we'll rip our vocal chords
Drive the Crown Vic off a cliff, yeah!
Venture out to the unknown
Dogs that roam will sure come home
Putting life lessons to rhyme
We're really here for a damn good time
As the sun is setting in the sky
We recognize that classics never die
So have your drink and all be merry
The torch remains for you to carry
We brought the rock and now it's yours to keep
Where the music's loud and the thrills are cheap
Venture out to the unknown
Dogs that roam will sure come home
Putting life lessons to rhyme
We're really here for a damn good time
Because life's too short so give it all your heart
Keep all the axes strung, your song is still unsung
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Forever young, forever hard
We'll conquer all with no regard
Forever hung, forever tight
We'll rock your world with all our might
Forever young, forever hard
We'll conquer all with no regard
Although we fade into the sky
The rock and roll will never die
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The Caligulists! New Haven, Connecticut
The rock 'n' roll band, The Caligulists!, were formed on the same day that the great Campo gave wisdom to the world. That was when the first human atom had decided to become human, which of course was long before the life and death of any of the members of the Caligula family clan. There for The Caligulists! were formed not by the sheer will of the musicians, but by destiny. ... more
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